Sexy Novelist A.M. Homes Could Hurt a Guy Like Me
The novelist A.M. Homes meets me for lunch on 10th Street. She’s dark-haired and pretty, in a blue blazer and lavender shirt, and has a dryly jocular air. When a tall television personality comes into the restaurant and finds his lunch partner, a blonde, Ms. Homes looks at them assessingly and turns to the subject Read More
